they say it's your birthday

Yes. I listened to Birthday today while walking to school. Thanks Paul McCartney.

Nothing essentially uneventful has happened today- in the morning, mom and I went to Starbucks, she got a pumpkin spice latte and a scone and then at school, Frazier gave me a book, Sense & Sensibilit & Sea Monsters and some cookies. Aand. At lunch me & mom went to the grocery store- got some chicken strips and a drink and some candy and my "cake", which is a cheesecake, and she bought me some flowers. :D Pretty blue ones. Andthenso. My English teacher sang Happy Birthday to me but his twisted version 'death and dying everywhere, but it's your birthday, sin and sorrow' in a monotone voice into a toy microphone. Pretty epic.

I'm testing a theory- will my father call me and wish me a happy birthday? Mhmm. I mean-- it's my DAD, I'll be lucky if when he picks us up for the concert tomorrow night he says "wasn't yesterday your birthday or somethin"
later: 6:50 so after that bit up there, me and H went off for candy and strawberry cigarillos, which I couldn't technically buy since I don't have a state ID with a picture, so I gave her the money and she bought them, then we went and sat by the river and smoked them- it was weird. And tasted icky. We smoked one each and then, coughing, went to Arby's for getting-the-taste-out. While at Arby's- my phone rings. So I answer it and here is the following conversation.
Dude: Hi, is this Alyssa?
Me: (thinking it was the guy who’s the leader of a program I’m in) Yeah. Hi.
Dude: Hi, I’m (so and so), I’m the new (city) AirForce recruiter…
Me: Oh. Oh HO. Yeah?
Dude: Yeah and I was wondering what you were doing after graduating high school..
Me: Um. No idea. (distracted by Arby’s lady giving me food and my friend going ‘who?’) But I’m not really thinking, uh, military, cos, like, I’m not really in shape and I’ve got scoliosis, too.
AirForce dude: (some blabbering on how that wouldn’t really stop me from joining up) so what are you interested in after highschool?
Me: (wondering what sort of nerve this guy has to be calling me on my 18th birthday and inquiring) (also, HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER) I dunno, I’m not really interested in anything, I don’t really…do anything, y’know.
AirForce JerkFace: What, you don’t do anything for fun or anything?
Me: Oh well of course I do things for FUN I mean.
Jerkface: So like what?
Me: Ahh…(mouthing to friend, ‘it’s the effing AIRFORCE) I knit.
Sergeant Jackass: You knit?
Me: I knit.
Captain Douchebag: Well, (losing where this conversation is going) you could use your knitting expertise and..knit..parachutes…
Me, sarcastically: Yeah, I’m gonna knit parachutes for the Airforce.
Seriously, This Guy’s Problem, What The Hell: Okay you don’t really knit do you, you’re just kidding with me.
Me, dead effing serious: NO. I KNIT. I REALLY DO.
Getting Fed Up With My B.S.: Okay well…are you interested in the Airforce at all, you don’t have to be, no pressure, so…
Me: Nah not really. Thanks for calling.
Just Wasted Five Minutes Of His Life On Some Weird Teenager: alright thanks bye.


Weirrd. And so,yeah, my dad did finally call. :D Yay! He likes me. And and he's taking us to dinner before we go to the Kansas concert. Oh did I mention, I'm going to a Kansas concert. The band, y'know, Dust In the Wind and Carry On My Wayward Son. No. I don't know any more songs of theirs. Does it matter?
Oh, I'm wearing a flashing Tiara Crown mom got me at Wal-Mart for a buck. I'm...not sure if it's stoppped flashing, but it wouldn't stop earlier.